One too Many

Chapter 24

Dominic

My heart is still pounding in my chest. I was and still am scared to death. My heart won't calm down until she is awake and smiling again. Until I feel her warm body against mine.

I can't remove my eyes from her scars. I want to kiss each and every one of them, to know each scar's story, I want to trace every inch of every scar and to memorize its place and shape. I want to kill the person or people that caused them over and over again until I am satisfied, which will be never. I want to inflict worse pain on whoever was involved. Oliver said it's over and that they are all dead, but it won't be over until I make sure they suffer even in their graves. But now I need to focus on my Darling, to make sure she is healthy enough to witness me torture their souls.

Oliver puts colourful circular pads connected to wires on various places on her chest, they are hooked to the same machine the finger cover things are hooked to.

Then he rummages through one of the duffel bags he brought with him and pulls out a rectangular black box. It looks like a necklace or bracelet box but much wider.

He places the box in front of him and looks towards Oscar then towards Dad before sighing. "What should I do?" He asks, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"Son, whatever you think is better. What would she have done in this situation if she was awake?" Dad guides him.

"Oscar?" His voice is much more unsteady now I start to worry. What is happening?

Oscar inhales deeply before speaking, "it's the only option, Oliver. It's not like we have a lot to choose from, either this or a coma for God knows how long. Sam made it for emergencies like this and we used it before, nothing bad happened. From what I can see, with her vitals and physical condition, this is the best option, side effects be damned."

What are they talking about?

Oliver sill doesn't move.

"Oliver," Oscar quietly calls, "the clock is ticking for her. Her body won't wait, her heart can't wait."

"What the fuck are you arguing back and forth about?! Fucking do something! She is getting paler and colder by the second!!" I yell at them, frustrated at the fact that I can't do anything to help her while they can but aren't doing anything.

"Fuck. Fuck! It's not that easy! One small mistake and it's completely over for her. I need to make sure I'm making the correct fucking decision. So shut the fuck up and let me think!" Oliver snaps at me and I'm taken aback.

He is always respectful and considerate when he speaks no matter how rude I am to him, and his outburst really surprised me. Even when they entered the room ten minutes ago, he was so calm and composed.

Fuck, I am a real jerk. It's probably way more harder on them to see her like that, to make difficult and dangerous decisions regarding her condition, but they are trying to stay strong and fix her and I had to be in my usual dickhead personality. Great, Dominic. Fucking great. 

I murmur a quiet "sorry" that he acknowledges with a curt nod.

After a couple of moments of hesitation with the box, he finally opens it and pulls out one of the two syringes and one clear vile out of six.

"Ian, brother, I will need you to keep her extremely still. Not even a millimetre of movement, please. This is very dangerous and it could go south real fast." Oliver half instructs and half pleads, looking Ian right in the eyes.

Ian's frantic head nod is all Oliver needs before he fills the syringe with the clear medicine.

He then moves the band on the side of her bra down a little with his free hand and starts pressing the uncovered area, the area that is considered the left side of her heart.